When Zen master Fa-ch'an was dying, a squirrel screeched on the roof.It's "just this" he said, "and nothing more."

Poem(Susan Longenecker)

Sitting fixes everything.
Sitting makes everything all right especially me!
Sitting is a breeding ground for compassion and amazement.
Sitting sneaks up on you.
You turn around and find that something has gone
quietly left you when you were not paying attention.
Layers are coming off like the skins of onions
layers and layers of things you don't need
like the bags that go to Goodwill
and are forgotten.
Sitting fills you up with clear water
that has fermented with joy.
Sitting fills you up with hope.